So after my fabulous run on Saturday, I proceeded to spend the latter part of Sunday and all of Monday feeling pretty sick. I couldn't even focus on Super Bowl commercials. I kept falling asleep. That is a sad day in the McGhee household.
I had all that fun stuff...fever, achiness, upset stomach, trouble sleeping, trouble being awake,
excessive whineyness (is that a word?). When I'm sick I think I even whine so much that I'm actually talking to myself, although you'd have to confirm this with Mark. I am a most pitiful sicky.
I felt quite a bit better yesterday, although still very tired, and I felt ready to run today. My running partner and I ran about 3.5 to 4 miles today, and I took it pretty easy, as I don't want to invite whatever virus that was back. Thankfully, food is starting to taste better this evening thanks to some molasses cookies my mom sent. I'm not a fan of those days when the only things that seem to even taste palatable are salt crackers and ginger ale. Not too much sustenance there.
I'm planning on running again tomorrow morning. I'm hoping to feel a little stronger.
Last night our TNT marathon group met with a nutritionist who actually runs, and I think her advice will be really helpful down the road.
I'm off to get some more rest.